“You will take me to the back of your throat, without making a single sound of complaint. If you bite me without me permitting you, you’ll leave here with fewer teeth than you arrived with.” “Noooo,” she moans as she tries to pull away from my weeping cock, but it’s no use, my grip is too tight. My wet crown glides against the corner of her mouth, coating her lips and her cheek in my precum. “Lick my slit, spit, and use your hand to stroke me, little toy, or I’ll ensure that you never take another breath,“ I murmur, my fevered excitement rising as she attempts to fight back, and my other hand
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